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Page 206 - HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Page 212 - Then join the saints, wake every cheerful passion: When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. 51 FIRST PART. LM SHOW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live ; Are not thy mercies large and free ? May not a sinner trust in thee...
Page 209 - Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
Page 210 - When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe And led me up to man. Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently cleared my way, And through the pleasing snares of vice, More to be feared than they.
Page 205 - GUIDE me, O Thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
Page 212 - DEPTH of mercy ! can there be Mercy still reserved for me ? Can my God his wrath forbear ? Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 2. I have long withstood his grace, Long provoked him to his face ; Would not hearken to his calls ; Grieved him by a thousand falls. 3. Kindled his relentings are ; Me he now delights to spare : Cries, " How shall I give thee up ? " Lets the lifted thunder drop.
Page 206 - FOR a closer walk with God ! A. calm and heavenly frame ! A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb...
Page 208 - Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly. While the nearer waters roll While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.